Chords for Derina Harvey Band - Mull River Shuffle
Tempo:
145 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
F#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [D] [A]
Here comes Mr.
McNeil, a fine [E] sheep [D] daddy [A] of hinders.
No telling which way he'll feel, after he's whisked her around the bench.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty [E] of stories [D] a day.
[A] We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
[E] [D] [A]
Look up, down there we told the trees, having nothing we could have to do.
Rattling our gear around the trees, someone [A] called them now sheep.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
[E] [D] [A]
We'll up the pine and camera, and up that dead up there, full hammer.
And today we'll slither and stammer, and we'll be held up naked Saturday.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
Well I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go,
[E] [D] [A] I'll go.
[F#]
[A]
[E] [D] [A]
[G#] Danny Wright had a light, burning bright [E] every night.
Now waiting for the fish to bite, along the shores of Kakama.
Raising their jar, hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
[D] [A]
Barely standing by the door, smelling bush by the door.
That's a beautiful house of more, along the shores of Kakama.
Raising their jar, hay raves in hell, there's plenty [E] of stories [D] a day.
[A] We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
[E] [D] [A]
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow [E] the devil [D] you slither [A] on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go,
[E] [D] [A] I'll go.
Here comes Mr.
McNeil, a fine [E] sheep [D] daddy [A] of hinders.
No telling which way he'll feel, after he's whisked her around the bench.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty [E] of stories [D] a day.
[A] We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
[E] [D] [A]
Look up, down there we told the trees, having nothing we could have to do.
Rattling our gear around the trees, someone [A] called them now sheep.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
[E] [D] [A]
We'll up the pine and camera, and up that dead up there, full hammer.
And today we'll slither and stammer, and we'll be held up naked Saturday.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
Well I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go,
[E] [D] [A] I'll go.
[F#]
[A]
[E] [D] [A]
[G#] Danny Wright had a light, burning bright [E] every night.
Now waiting for the fish to bite, along the shores of Kakama.
Raising their jar, hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
[D] [A]
Barely standing by the door, smelling bush by the door.
That's a beautiful house of more, along the shores of Kakama.
Raising their jar, hay raves in hell, there's plenty [E] of stories [D] a day.
[A] We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction.
[E] [D] [A]
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow [E] the devil [D] you slither [A] on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go,
[E] [D] [A] I'll go.
Key:
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[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Here comes Mr.
McNeil, a fine [E] sheep [D] daddy [A] of hinders.
No telling which way he'll feel, after he's whisked her around the bench.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty [E] of stories [D] a day.
[A] We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Look up, down there we told the trees, having nothing we could have to do.
Rattling our gear around the trees, someone [A] called them now sheep.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ We'll up the pine and camera, and up that dead up there, full hammer.
And today we'll slither and stammer, and we'll be held up naked Saturday.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go, _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ I'll go. _ _
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[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G#] Danny Wright had a light, burning bright [E] every night.
Now waiting for the fish to bite, along the shores of Kakama.
Raising their jar, hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Barely standing by the door, smelling bush by the door.
That's a beautiful house of more, along the shores of Kakama.
Raising their jar, hay raves in hell, there's plenty [E] of stories [D] a day.
[A] We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'll go home, I'll go home, follow [E] the devil [D] you slither [A] on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go, _ _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ I'll go. _ _
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[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Here comes Mr.
McNeil, a fine [E] sheep [D] daddy [A] of hinders.
No telling which way he'll feel, after he's whisked her around the bench.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty [E] of stories [D] a day.
[A] We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Look up, down there we told the trees, having nothing we could have to do.
Rattling our gear around the trees, someone [A] called them now sheep.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ We'll up the pine and camera, and up that dead up there, full hammer.
And today we'll slither and stammer, and we'll be held up naked Saturday.
Raising our hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go, _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ I'll go. _ _
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[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] Danny Wright had a light, burning bright [E] every night.
Now waiting for the fish to bite, along the shores of Kakama.
Raising their jar, hay raves in hell, there's plenty of stories a day.
We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Barely standing by the door, smelling bush by the door.
That's a beautiful house of more, along the shores of Kakama.
Raising their jar, hay raves in hell, there's plenty [E] of stories [D] a day.
[A] We'll tell some, we're born and true to tell, some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'll go home, I'll go home, follow [E] the devil [D] you slither [A] on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home, I'll go home, follow the devil you slither on.
I'll go home, I'll go home, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go, _ _ _
[E] _ [D] _ [A] _ I'll go. _ _
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